418 Qiao Yaruan's Shackles

She first became aware of the man named An Fengyang from the recent news report. However, she had only seen his back and though they had met twice after that, they merely brushed shoulders each time.

This time, this person who had suddenly appeared in front of her made it hard for her to accept for a moment.

It was a dazzling and glorious hall yet a sorrowful air hung over the atmosphere.

On the second floor, a little girl was hiding behind the staircase as she hugged the banister. She pursed her lips as she stared at the scene below.

A young couple was seated on the sofa as they looked at the man across them cautiously and apologetically. The man looked to be in his early twenties and was sitting perfectly straight. His features were so delicate that it was criminal and he carried an unspeakable sense of poised luxury. His hands were placed neatly on his lap.